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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Thought-Filled Journey
[time] => 2004-02-25 15:38:09
[hometext] => This is me thinking while walking.....
[bodytext] => Days after the incident The wound is still fresh Walking to my destination, I ponder About anything really Trying to find a way to make things seem better I run away from it Pretend like it never happened Trying to make things disappear The rain falls and lands gently upon my face I look up and smile The rain soothes me and reminds me that there is hope Even though I cant see it Even though I don’t believe it I know that it is there Somewhere People see me as I walk by Not knowing my inner struggle But if they knew Would they help? Would they acknowledge my existence? Would they reach out a hand? Probably not I am invisible The rain is my cloak Pain strikes my left foot I ignore it I keep walking and walking Faster and faster I have to make it there So I can sit and think Rationalize things Put two and two together Two plus two equals five? I want to be alone I need “Eric” time I need to be away from people Away from trying to smile Knowing that it hurts Away from making everyone happy Knowing that I’m not It is way too much work Now I feel free Free to be myself without the questions of “why?” Why are you feeling this way? Why cant I help? Why are you leaving? I can bear them for a while But in time I get exhausted And I just want to end it all Making the time pass, I listen to music It fits my mood It is slow and melancholy I don’t need the rain anymore I am all cried out I’m afraid I’ll become numb That I won’t care That I’ll give in That I’ll indulge in my lusts That I’ll let go It would be only too easy I’d have no more rules Morals Values Standards My life would be unstable Flirting with disaster Flirting with death I look to my inner strength I grab it and hold on tight There it is I’m here I’ve finally made it [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 25 [informant] => bluoreo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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